Paper Tiger Pt.3

It’s not a game but I’m gonna treat it as one since it can’t get any tougher
Third times the charm I’m just finding my groove, this is the 3rd quarter
Hold on, where’s my opponent? Oh wait I just recalled it doesn’t matter
We’ll call him expectations cause he always falls short so I won’t bother

Put on your favourite suit you gonna bury yourself in your own disappointment
This coffin your lies you can plea in that case, your personal entrapment
When the pain of my words hit they register in your brain slowly like a snail
You slug it out still only to realize your weakness is leaking out in your trail
Choke hold is now your favourite neck tie

Now you’re broke, your neck that is, that’s why breathing is a luxury you can’t afford
You’re tongue tied no response since it got wrapped up in my lyrical web, call it a musical chord
Can’t cut out this dance, be a wall flower no way to get the DJ to acknowledge yuh
The spot light your kryptonite stay far before you melt under peer pressure
Too many eyes, too much noise to hear the trembling nature of your tone
Can’t have a last man standing in this battle royal because I was always alone

Alone in my thoughts alone in my actions alone in a world I’m my own faction
A revolution of sorts, a new world order, always ready to deliver
On time too and yours is up
You’re now synonymous with trash and your calling is in a pickup
Truck full of feelings, you will be forgotten at the next PITySTOP
Line right up against the wall in front the firing squad for some tuition
Meet your new master hey pleased to meet you his lesson is about your execution